As far as numbers go, the words to the semi-title track from Jay-Z's new Magna Carta Holy Grailalbum were the most popular of the week. This is probably due in part to the fact that it borrows lyrics from Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" hit, of which Hov is apparently a huge fan. There's some crossover intrigue here.

Jay spoke on the band's influence in Pharrell Williams’ 2012 book 'Places and Spaces I’ve Been.' "It was weird because Hip Hop was becoming this force, then grunge music stopped it for one second, ya know? Those 'hair bands' were too easy for us to take out; when Kurt Cobain came with that statement it was like, 'We got to wait awhile.'" "That statement" being the track's bridge, sung by his close friend and collaborator Justin Timberlake.

Thoughts?

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]Blue told me to remind you niggasFuck that shit y’all talk aboutI'm the nigga, caught up in all these lights and camerasBut look what that shit did to HammerGod-damnit it I like itThe bright lights is enticingBut look what it did to TysonAll that money in one night30 mill for one fightBut soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flightFuck the fame, keep cheating on meWhat I do, I took her back, fool me twiceThat's my bad, I can't even blame her for thatEnough to make me wanna murder, Momma please just get my bailI know nobody to blameKurt Cobain, I did it to myself

[Brigde: Justin Timberlake]And we all just entertainersAnd we're stupid, and contagious

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The latest leak from Tech N9ne's upcoming album Something Else, which drops on July 30th. This track's just mind-boggling, with each emcee spitting rapidfire, multisyllabic verses spit over a haunting church organ instrumental. Strange music indeed. Can you wrap your head around it?

Transcribing this one was a chore, though - let us know if you notice any errors.

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]Wanna sit beside a sick and seductive sinner, seeSomethin so sinister, sick as succus, I'm like a centipedeSlitherin', she's searchin for synergySuckin' my seed, chakra tease, thick as sippin' Hennessy, shittin'On the hissin', I'll spit you outta commissionPosition the bitch and dip in when I'm interested, slip into submissionAll of this is the quick in, the copulatin' and kissin'My operation is drippin' to the bottom, shakin' and strippin'Odd when I bust, God, put 'em in the necropolisGivin' this rod to the good broads, and they givin' they bras to usWith the gift to break up a couple that's monogamousStop with the props and take off your effin' drawers, bitchAnd rock with us!Been giddy cause them titties are on my chin-chinny chinDid he pretend he was a gin kitty?Suckin' the crème de la crème and the skin pretty, dimLit, then he hitting the trim in Sin CityLet it in, I'm the medicine, get her wetter than ever beenNever better than a veteran, leveled that in the bed againRockin red, I've been in my letterman, bright as EdisonLike I said, a sin, head up when events end and I'm fetishin'Open up you hoes, you know what's upTold you when I bust, her clothes they wanna justGo right off her butt, for sure they wanna cutExplode, drop a load, 'cause the flow is so dope they wanna fuck

The latest from rising Flatbush emcees and Brainfeeder signees The Underachievers. While reflecting on their respective come-ups, they encourage listeners to weather the struggle, rise above negativity and embrace their inner spirituality, strengthening knowledge of self. There's hope for the rap game yet.

Thoughts?

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]I remember being youngLife gave me nothin' but hard drugs and black lungsAnd the teacher says you're smart, but niggas ain't catch passin'We outside gettin' high instead of in classroomsThe pastors preachin' disasters to the massesThese actors, through political fuckin' bastardsThey're lackin', any real fuckin' spiritual backin'It's tragic, I'm tellin' you niggas that I ain't havin' itPick it up where you just left it offLight-bearing conscience, my chakra strongNegative dissipate 'til the pain get lostAnd the positive energy hit strong like ThorThird eye sharp like a mothafuckin' hawkAnd it pick apart livin' hearts trapped inside the darkMake 'em see their heart, 'cause they Indigo from the startBut they're trapped in an illusion, so it ain't their faultGet up on your shit, switch up your laneIf life ain't goin' right then seek out changeTake a trip out into the astral planeAnd recognize, nigga, that you are not the sameA martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffinsThe hardest, UA the illest, my nigga - solvin' problems'Cause the rap game is full of garbageFathers, from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign

[Hook]All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shitPick it up now and watch the tables switchReality is yours, my nigga, create itIndigo soul, we run this bitchIndigo soul, we run this bitch

A few months ago, Slug described Atmosphere as "the Bob Seger of underground rap." This week, the Minnesota outfit dropped an homage to the rock and roll singer-songwriter, if only in its title. Slug has never been a dishonest rapper - if anything, he's been brutally honest over the course of his career. This song is no exception, and finds him reflecting on the process of growing older and slowing down.

Can you dig it?

[Verse 2]I ain’t as cool as I used to be, leave me aloneI’m kinda blurry from the journey, man, my speakers are blownTruthfully, I'd rather keep it in a zoneI could maneuver easily from the comfort of my home, butDon’t ever let the headlights dieStars only fall out of the dead night skyThe more I travel, the farther I seeThe more it seems as if my shadow ain’t following meNow everyone’s impressed with impressionsAll of y'all dressed up in the finest fleshI’m not tryin' to imply I’m on a different pageSimilar traits, familiar facesI remember the days when I felt like fightin' itLost in the ways of my own self-righteousnessFeels like I’m still tryna find my fixBefore this lightning hits...

"As we have seen with the passing of Capital Steez and Freddy E this past year, we have a mental health and suicide issue in Hip Hop, and this is representative of a larger trend in America, with a suicide occurring every 15 minutes. Aaron Swartz, the founder of Reddit, was systematically targeted, arrested, prosecuted and harassed by the federal government, essentially for being down with the likes of Wikileaks and seeking freedom of information. He was 26 when he was found dead in his Brooklyn apartment, having hanged himself... I can relate, as I do quite personally in my new song '#AaronSwartz.'"

Whatever your thoughts may be, the message here is an undeniably positive one.

[Verse 3: AWKWORD]A suicide occurs every 15 minutesAnd then there's the rest still living with the sicknessF the jargon, dogma and the stigmaF the plastic people making you feel lesserWrestler, W-W-F ya'Cause we been through it all, just in our heads, bruhAnd then you got the real life (real life)Being alone, feeling alone, who needs life?But twist it all around, if you really don't careNow's your chance to do what you want, yeah, so dareBetter than taking your own life, or theirs'Cause nobody deserves death before its fairAnd life ain't, and we all know thatBut there are so many groups who can help you hold backAnd not only that, they might put your life on a trackI wish Aaron Swartz was still here to hear this rap

A standout track from Da$h's new V.I.C.E.S mixtape, featuring Ab-Soul and RetcH and produced by RandomBlackDude, who may or may not be Earl Sweatshirt. Although Soulo undoubtedly merks the track, Da$h and Retch hold their own as well, menacingly complementing the chilling, alleyway-at-nighttime instrumental. From Soul dancing with the ghost of his deceased girlfriend to Da$h dematerializing after a violent bank robbery, this track is a dark trip.

Thoughts?

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]...sinister literatureRead my riddles it'll get rid of ya quicker than RitalinRed bones leave me with a ridden dick, how real is this?Think of cinnamon, cinema - sweet'Til the servant serves you the vinegar, it's deepSimple as finding algorithms in statisticsWalking with your children in the red light districtLook at me - dancing with Alori's ghostHope I don't got two left feet, you know I love you mama!Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungleAt the top dog eat dog homie, stay humbleIf it'll be it'll be, damn straightMy plan A was to beat up a beatPut words together like Scrabble, dazzle a audienceAt first it sounded like babble, but now it all makes senseI brought it 'round full circle for y'all squaresBad to the bone, you goody two-shoes couldn't compare, yeahIf fair is fair I'm the airNot next to the king, but what you breatheYou may not see, but believe me I'm thereThis inspiration, I been here beforeI'm on my 777th incarnation, Soul

[Hook]I-H-A-T-E-Y-O-U

[Verse 2: Da$h]Wake up and read about my capers in the Sunday papersYoung Vincent VegaGot a date with Uma Thurman laterPrescription drugs run through the arteriesTell myself, this what a god should beThe engine run, don't need no starter keyPray to lord the devil pardon meImmortal, partiallyI tell Benson to pull up through the portalJust so he could fuckin' toss the pieceNo traces, no faces, beat the court casesCowboy like I'm Troy AikmanWalk in the bank, yolk up the teller, tell him crack the safeGrab the case, then ash the blunt in the bastard's faceThen evaporateDon't got no time to waste, more than I make it seem, thoughGettin' paid for spittin' mean quotesBackflip off a motherfuckin' speed boatLand on a dolphinLaser on his head just in case I see a shark finI do it often, lay in your coffinNiggas better off, my bitches draped in terryclothI'm a idol for every boss - you been a fraudI play the track and bet a rack on the horsesWith an Iraqi bitch, her features is gorgeousI did all this... niggaSmell the scent when I walk in the room nigga'Cause if you ain't know, it's money niggaEvery dollar, every day gettin' fast moneyAct like you ma'fuckin' know

The first official single from A$AP Ferg's upcoming Trap Lord project, featuring close friend and collaborator A$AP Rocky. An homage to popular Jamaican dancehall musician Shabba Ranks, Ferg maintains an eccentric, high-energy grittiness and even lapses into patois at one point. Rocky's contribution, although slightly calmer, still complements the belligerent tone of the track.

Thoughts? Trap Lord is slated to drop on August 20th, by the way.

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]Short nigga but my dick tallWhat I told your bitch dogOnly thug nigga down at the PitchforkDirty van bitches wanna suck my dick offPop a Xany for a penny get the hit floorRun up in this shit rawI got a girl, I ain't never got no fuckin' condomsIf she caught me, then that bitch would be pissed offReal nigga shit, Fergy be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or JayThem my niggas from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing the spaceHe prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it sprayTwo shots to a bombaclot man, Shabba Ranks let it go to your brainFront then he coming your wayLet the semi dump, dump then he coming your wayDump when the bad man come, my youth don't rock with meCoupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with meYou got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me

Well, Chingy came out of nowhere and decided to put his own spin on Kanye West's "New Slaves." We'll leave the commentary on this one up to all of y'all.

Stay tuned for next Friday’s Lyrics of the Week, folks. Thanks for joining the discussion.

[Verse 1: Chingy]Let it be known, I saw the light when I was carried upD-boys sellin' weight (wait), I'm sellin' "hurry up"Tryna put back this truth before they bury usYou think they don't care about us? Really, they scared of usYou live in fear of them, that's why they stay ahead of us You worship false idols - them, instead of us Put my faith in me, in the dollar do trustDog eat dog world, and in models you lust Lust - tear the Vatican to share the facts 'Bout the infinite conscience you lackHip Hop resurrected, and the sponsors are blackOn the tour to wake up, and the concerts is packedShout-out to Jay-Z, gave me inspiration To rearrange the rules and create a nation Realize with your real eyesBelieve them churches all you want, but they still lieEndless stillness is my life fulfillment Winners willing to live life as villains Now that I know what has been elevated I'm the anointed one who's been illuminated

HNHH's Lyrics of the Week breaks down the most noteworthy bars of the past seven days into 8-10 categories that will rotate according to the type of content that drops.

There's quite a bit of repetition in the game these days, and specific lyrics tend to get overlooked (with the exception of Jay-Z's recent "leaks"). This is an opportunity to take a closer listen and really consider what these artists have to say. We encourage your opinions.

Keep in mind, these are the most noteworthy lyrics of the week, not necessarily the best. Also, it's hard to get everything right - if you notice any errors, don't hesitate to let us know in the comments section. Lines we're not quite sure about will be bolded.

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